#[ 𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖉 . ] | | | answered .

[biskael]

Are you friendly with any other Ritter but Gigi? We know she's like your little sister who needs the psych ward, but anyone else?

ㅤAH , HIS COMRADES . some of them , he'd looked upon in adoration , and very few in affection . others , scorn , and very rarely , loathing . not that he were the one to ever question His chosen few , but there were many he knew that would be replaced . as he had seen such before .

ㅤ " gigi , the poor dear . do not speak such things about her in my presence . she needs care & understanding , not some doctor who wants to study her .

ㅤ the grandmaster , of course , has been a brother-in-arms for centuries . lille , gerard and nodt , as well ... and , my dear qistina @mundmutter .

ㅤ berenice can be helpful in my workings , at times , when she isn't being an utter nuisance . but , i'd rather deal with her than some of the others . I suppose I would also say the same about gremmy .

ㅤ the others , I do not trust nor like ------ let alone respect . some , I can hardly tolerate . then again , I am among the eldest here . I have centuries on a number of them , and that shows in many ways . my experience , tenfold . oftentimes , it can grow very aggrevating, really ... "

[biskael]

“ Oh Quilgie-pookie~~~”

" UGH ... A REVOLTING LITTLE NICKNAME ------ DO YOU WANT TO BE STRUCK DOWN where you stand , frau ? unless if you'd enjoy that sort of thing , which wouldn't surprise me , really .

I suppose you think you're funny . "

@grellsaw

[biskael]

What does happiness look like to you?

" A FULL PRISON , my blades crimson with blood , my enemies broken before me , a bountiful hunt , a warm hearth , my beloved consort happy & pleased , a lovely dawn on an autumn's morning across the forest ... and , what his majesty would wish of myself . what he foresees for everyone , and everything . "

the hunter gives a slight , casual shrug of his shoulders . " off of the top of my head , that is . those things couldn't make me any happier . "

@7-tek

[biskael]

how would a fandom actually treat you?

KINNIE CALLER .

EVERYONE KINS YOU . You have the most cosplayers in the fandom. Its a beautiful nightmare. They wear decocore costumes on tiktok and get so many followers. Everyone argued abt their headcanons for you and no one can decide who exactly you actually art, but, they love you. You're also on a lot of "red flag kins" lists.

taken : from dash . tagging : none !

[biskael]

Do you use any poisons in your torture sessions? Not enough to kill, but enough to cause harm and pain.

" THERE ARE TIMES , YES . something truly vile to chill the blood can work wonders . of course , i am not too knowledgeable in ... alchemical pursuits . the sciences , things of that manner . even in my years , it was never my expertise nor my desire .

there are others in our ranks far more suited to that than i could ever be . my dear sister , qistina , always has had such a talent with the more profane arts . why , she is capable of miracles . and she is not the only one , but i believe her to be the very best in our empire .

i truly am blessed to have her vital assistance in my workings . "

anon questions / accepting . mentioning : @deathleads

[biskael]

❝ As someone with a mood disorder, I think you should get a doctor to check you out, mentally. ❞

" WHAT INTERESTING ADVICE coming from a mortal , little rabbit-girl . if i wanted a proper diagnosis , i would've sought out doctors long ago .

------ whyever is it such a concern , anyhow ? "

@neonbitch

[biskael]

i hope you know how many people want you dead, quilge.

a faceless prisoner's audience with the jailer . / / anonymously send me something your muse is secretly thinking about mine . / / accepting .

" I KNOW , GESICHTSLOS . I know . Who's to kills the executioner when it's his time , eh ? Not that any of that keeps me from losing any sleep , of course . It isn't something I tend to worry about . "

[biskael]

Did you kill someone with a pencil?

SHE SEEMED TO BE JUST THROWING random questions at him now . not that it was any more amusing , but something he could surely occupy the empty space with . at least she was more well-behaved than anything else , anyway . the jailer hadn't much of a complaint , if he had any say .

" there's no need to be so crude , " and he speaks it as almost an afterthought , so nonchalant to truly be answered . the idea was gruesome enough , but quilge was never above using anything to kill anyone , should a situation call for such . directly in the eye , beneath the lid , or jammed through the throat . apply enough pressure and anything could be punctured through quite easily . " I PREFER my weapons to use in a kill , as opposed to any sort of improvisation , if possible . no doubt you've heard rumors about me . the lower-ranked love to gossip instead of honing their craft . even some of the higher-ranked here , as well .

it doesn't really matter what I used in the end , doesn't it ? what only matters is the death . the act of the kill , and its harshened motions . that is all that truly matters . "

@inouehs

[biskael]

" uh ok, so I got you some stuff... " of course, he had to have orihime help him wrap it. & by that it means he simply sat there & stared as she wrapped them, but he did put a bow on one of the boxes so that counts for something. Some wine he stole, the mask of a particularly nasty hollow, & a small, painted figure of an angel he'd snatched from a human market. Quilge said he wanted a knick-knack-- so Nnoitra got him something that reminded him of the Quincy. " I'm not too good at this stuff, but I tried. "

AND IT WAS ALL AN EFFORT that quilge appreciated . he had learned , in the quieter times when they'd spoken amongst themselves : of their pasts apart & their futures together . and many of the traditions of the western world were wholly unknown to his lover . the idea of learning about one another , at once confusing & intimate , was an exciting journey to be shared between them . he had told him , in the dark as he was held , that he had died on earth centuries before . there were still many things his mantis hadn't seen , nor heard of . christmas being one of them . an adjustment , to be sure . something , quilge had hoped , nnoitra would grow to enjoy as he had . together , two souls so finely bound .

the hunter gives the monster a warm smile , and a knowing look . he hadn't cared if he'd wrapped them himself , or not . that there were procured legitimately or otherwise . it'd mattered the most that he'd done so , had thought of him ------ AS A LOVER , AS A PARTNER . to be thought of , held so highly in his heart , that even his greedy monster would spare him a moment . he had known his beast to be selfish , and that , quilge hadn't shown any mind . once tamed , he'd seen him , truthfully . even his love was selfish . consuming , A MONSTER AT THE SEAT OF THE FEAST OF HIS HUNTER'S FLESH . and there was so much to gorge on between the two of them .

" thank you , nnoitra , " he says quietly as they both sit near the tree , decorated within quilge's own chambers . speaking to him not in any manner of dominance nor command , but out of love . his name upon his tongue , rolled slight . he looks over every gift with care , his hands handling each delicately . his voice brimmed with a certain happiness , looking over them . " these are all wonderful . you know what i like . "

the wine , they could start drinking as soon as they'd finished opening presents , surely . quilge still had some of the ingredients leftover to make some mulled wine ; it would pair well with the cake . something decadent and sweet to start out their holiday together .

the mask belonged to no hollow he'd ever seen . it fascinated him . quilge knew exactly where he'd put this , when they'd arrived back in the world of the living . as nnoitra had promised him long ago , he would've killed anyone for quilge . a promise that he'd kept .

and the last gift , the hunter held delicately in his palm . it was a little , painted angel , white wings unfurling , and a bright halo atop darkened hair . no wonder he'd chosen this . it , in many ways , resembled quilge himself . he smiled , a finger brushing softly against the angel's delicate face . " i love him ------ he's very adorable , nnoitra . " carefully , quilge nestled the little angel next to the mantis ornament in the tree . a strand of reishi held the figure safely in place . " there . now , they have each other . " and he sat back down besides his monster , curling against him beneath a blanket . a kiss is granted on his lover's lips , and he locks him in a tight embrace .

" merry christmas , mein herz . i hope we do this next year , too . "

@guadanya

[biskael]

"Permission to decorate the halls for the human holiday?"

By "decorate", he means putting mistletoe EVERYWHERE. He has nothing else. Starting with the comical amount in his arms. It's so much mistletoe. He's dropping some. Why can't he hold all these plants--

" JUST LOOK AT ALL OF THIS ------ you're putting far too many of them everywhere , schweinchen ! " he'd have to call over some of his soldat to clean up . the entire hall was a mess , and here he'd have to clean his quarters . " only a few boughs above doorways & halls should suffice . it's meant as a surprise as to who you'll share a kiss beneath its branches. delightful . however , mistletoe is known to kill , as well ... now that's a surprise , indeed !

anyway , i'll send some of my men over to assist you . " the man sighs , and brushes a leaf away with his hand .

" just get rid of the rest , or else it's back into the cage with you , schweinchen . "

@cinghialefedele

[biskael]

❝ Happy Valentine's Day, brother! ❞

She presents a rather large box of chocolates - some are missing, she was a bit curious, admittedly - along with a soft, black bear. It wears the uniform they do, with a replica of his hat and glasses.

" OH ! " THE CHOCOLATES WERE EXPECTED . commonly given to those who were cherished on this day , even from some of his own soldiers . but not so much the gift .

his hands went right to the little plush , gripping it closely . quilge smiles , noting the attention to detail . from the little buttons to the shiny belt , and the heeled boots and the small , round glasses . he , as one might expect , never had anything quite like it . " look at this little fellow . he's so ... cute !

this is wonderful . thank you , gigichen . "

@zombiigrl | valentine's day 💖

[biskael]

Tooth bitten fingers, bloodied mouth, curved into a smile. No matter her ailment, no matter her despair, he was a sight for sore eyes. Arms wrap tight around him, and she nuzzles into his midsection. Of course, she has an ask. A request. ❝ That sad looking shinigami ... Can I play with him? I'll return him to his cage! But, I want to play ... ❞

NORMALLY , THE JAILER'S HAND was rough , a touch that could scathe and bruise . but on the little zombie girl's head , the man was oddly gently . caring , one might say . careful of her hat , quilge patted her silken hair beneath his leather seize . something was ... wrong . again . but , as he'd said to her before , no one was more familiar with pain than he was .

" you may play with him , gigichen , " He says softly , reaching into his pocket . " that one might seem pathetic and sniveling , but he's certainly troublesome to break . He doesn't scream very often . so It isn't very ... fun for me .

he looked a bit lonely , and you know I always have an eye for you , schwesterlein . go on , then , " and a silver , gleaming key is produced , marked by a number to izuru's cell . " have your fun . "

@zombiigrl ( featuring @owabisuru )

[biskael]

"Please excuse me for intruding, but...what are lederhosen?"

HE GAVE A CLEARING OF HIS THROAT . " well , they're traditionally workpants made out of leather . usually stopping at just above the knee . decorated & embroidered , with suspenders , too . but nowadays , they're mostly worn for fun . festivals & the like . "

there was a little sketch in his journal that looked fairly accurate .

" nnoitra has never seen me in them yet ... and neither has anyone else , really . i keep my traditional clothing at home , in the realm of the living . "

@cinghialefedele

[biskael]

❝ If anyone is going to kill you, it will be me. ❞

A LAUGH CRAWLS PAST HIS PAINTED LIPS . A SOLEMN , EMPTY SOUND . not the boisterous , rich tremor that many were accustomed to . quilge had found such a threat so hollow , devoid of any weight . its redundancy no longer brought him dread nor worry . the threat of his life lost all meaning . " why , that's awfully funny , mädchen . do you have any idea how many people want to kill me ? personally ? "

not that he hadn't witnessed her power ------ hadn't known that she could kill with a single motion . perhaps , daiten finally could put an end to him . rend him to just an unpleasant memory . no body left to revive , the hunter now nothing but a pile of crimson . maybe ... not even that .

he shrugs his shoulders casually , and his mouth splits into another sharpened grin . " so many people , you couldn't even count ! of course , your bravery for such a bold admittance has to be admired , certainly . i'll give you that , at least , daichen ! "

random in-character asks / always accepting !

[biskael]

stares at him but really uwu like

" OH HO ! GOODNESS , GREMMCHEN . you are very creative with your powers , I see ...

silly boy . just don't let your face stay like that , now . "

@imagend

[biskael]

"You won't be so talkative when I store you in a jar."

" NOT INTERESTED IN MY KIND ANYMORE , as you claim , and yet , you've the AUDACITY to say this , eh ? whatever would you need me stored away in a jar for ? to wholly be silenced ?

and they call me barbaric . heh . "

@kakimushire